Umm, I forgot how to type? You're not buying it, are you? Oh well, let's just move on, shall we?
This chapter is posthumously dedicated to my puppy, Shadow, who died of cancer two months ago.
Quick note: Master Malik, The Nice Girl Tea, Other Nice Girl Cassidy, Master's Friends With the White Fur Ryou and Bakura
I suggest re-reading chapter five so you know what Camilla's talking about…yeah that's right, the entire chapter is from Camilla's POV.
Chapter six: Dog's Eye ViewSomething is wrong with Master. I'm not sure what, though. It started after we played in the park, and after I chased off that person upsetting Master and The Nice Girl. Master's Friends With the White Fur had left with the Other Nice Girl that The Nice Girl knows, and Master's sibling had gone home. Master had run after The Nice Girl and gave her something…maybe she had left it behind? They were speaking and they looked happy for a bit. The Nice Girl changed colours…she looked a bit silly. The She asked a question about something called "Yami" and Master felt uncomfortable. He didn't look it, but I could tell. Master's never been very good at confrontations, I hope he doesn't say anything stupid and make The Nice Girl leave, I like it when she's around, Master is happier.
And he says something stupid. The Nice Girl looks sad and starts to walk away. Master should say something and make her stay…or not. Silly Master, now you've upset The Nice Girl. Hopefully she'll still come visit me and scratch my ears…I like that. She always gives me shoelaces too.
What a silly name for a toy, 'shoelaces'. That's not what I would have called them…although I don't quite know what I would have called them, but it certainly would have been better than 'shoelaces'.
"Camilla." Master is calling me. We're home now. Maybe master's sibling will help Master with his silliness and he'll make The Nice Girl happy again.
I like this home. It's much nicer than the one before The Nice Girl found me and brought me to Master. There's lots of room for me to run around, and I get food at the same times every day. Sometimes I get little snacks in between too. I wonder if my brothers and sisters have nice homes and Masters too. They must have, because I remember them all going home with their own Masters back when we were still with Mother.
I didn't like it when they took me away from Mother and put me in that tiny home that was dark and wet. Mother said that I would find a nice home and a nice Master and she was right.
The Master and his sibling are talking now. I really wish I could understand more of their strange language…but then again, they can't really understand what I'm saying most of the time either, so I suppose it's an even trade-off.
It still sucks though.
Master's sibling just hit Master in the head…I guess he was being silly, because she only does that when he's done something silly, like when he and one of his Friends With the White Fur set the couch on fire. We don't have that couch anymore.
Couch, another funny word for something. I know it's actually my bed (when Master's sibling isn't home), but I guess they call it that so she doesn't suspect.
Master has gone to his room now. He's upset, I should go to him, and let him scratch my ears…I like that, but it's so nice in here in the Big Room, I think I'll stay here for a bit. Maybe Master's sibling will scratch my ears…I like that.
Maybe I'll nap for a bit before supper. I'm soo…sleepy…all that running…just…going, to…nap for.. a bit.
What's a Yami anyway? Some kind of new toy? Doesn't sound very interesting, like my flying dish.
Well, there you go, Yami has officially been shoved aside in favour of a Frisbee…not really surprised.
Giving them names like Master and The Nice Girl seems appropriate, to my dog I was probably That Girl Who Lives Here.
Oh well, I miss her anyways…Love to all who reviewed during my hiatus.
